Page 40 of The Fake Boyfriend Fiasco

At that point, he may as well have been a floating erection. She certainly wasn’t looking at any other part of him, not anymore. Because Jesus, she loved his cock. It jutted up against his abs, veering slightly to the left, the swollen head leaking pearly drops of pre-come. Aria circled her clit faster as her arousal spiked again. Impatient, she shoved down her underwear until she was fully naked.

Nik looked up at her and groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he tipped his head back. “Oh, fuck.” He wrapped a fist around his length, his features drawn tight. “Aria. You don’t know what you do to me.”

“I think I do,” she murmured. And she liked it. So she spread her legs wide and traced her fingertips around her soft, slippery entrance. “Look at me.”

He didn’t disappoint. Nik’s eyes snapped open and he hissed out a breath, biting down on his fist even as he moved closer to the bed. He sank down until his gaze was level with her folds, and when she eased two fingers inside her pussy, he moaned her name.

She released a soft sigh of her own, her hips rocking automatically, her fingers stroking hyper-sensitive walls. “Ohhh, fuck.”

“Tell me how it feels,” he ordered. “Tell me. Are you tight? Or do you need more?”

“More,” she whimpered, thrusting into herself harder. “I want it deeper, but—”

With a growl, he reached out and grabbed her calf, dragging her down the bed. Down, down, down, until her knees were draped over his shoulders and she could feel his panting breaths against her clit. He wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her fingers from her pussy, sucking them into his mouth.

Aria moaned as his tongue separated her digits, lapping up every drop of her wetness. She felt his grunt of pleasure as much as she heard it, the deep vibrations setting off tingles of need that scattered through her body. She felt as if she were coming apart at the seams, as if she’d been taken over by pleasure.

“God, you taste so fucking good.” He dug his fingers into her thighs, forcing her legs wider. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

“Since yesterday?”

“Since the first time I saw you. I spent half the night fucking my own hand.” The flash of ferocity in his eyes was raw, almost animalistic. “You’re so beautiful, Aria. Tell me you know that.”

She was happy with the way she looked—very happy, as a matter of fact. She didn’t even mind her boobs, as much as she whined about them. But the way he looked at her sometimes, she wondered what he actually saw. Because no-one on earth could be beautiful enough to inspire that kind of urgent desire, to cause the tenderness and the need that battled in his gaze.

“I know,” she said softly.

He ran his hands over her thighs, sparking a shiver that made her pussy tighten. Parting her folds, he murmured, “And your cunt. Your cunt’s gorgeous too.” The crude words set her alight like a match to dry tinder. She was moaning his name even before he finally, finally slid his tongue through her folds. But when that hot, wet touch split her open, oh, God, it was good, so fucking good. He lapped at her as if she were dessert and he wanted to savour every mouthful. He licked up the juices spilling from her entrance, his tongue dipping inside her with every few strokes.

And then, when she thought she might die with wanting, when her ragged cries and hoarse demands became truly frantic, he licked her clit. The shock of perfect pleasure as his tongue nudged that aching bud made her scream. Actually scream. She’d never even done that before. The sound faded into a desperate, sobbing moan as he closed his lips gently around her clit and sucked.

When he pushed his fingers inside her, she almost came. It was just the barest kiss of that ultimate pleasure, the edge of an orgasm—if that was even possible. Aria had been propped up on her elbows, watching as Nik buried his face in her pussy, but now she fell back with a ragged sigh, her bones turning liquid.

His fingers stroked deeper than hers had managed, but not deep enough to fill the yearning, lustful ache he’d sparked inside her. Still, it was enough to spark tremors in her womb that seemed to shake her bones, tremors that drove every thought but Nik from her head. As she came again, harder than the last time, his tongue moved to lick her growing wetness.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, so sensitive now that she had to pull away. Aria dragged herself up the bed, crawling away from him even as she begged, “Nik, God, Nik, come here.”

He kissed her ankle and stood, which was not what she’d wanted. She wanted him on top of her, weighing her down when she felt ready to float away, giving her more of the pleasure she wasn’t sure she could take. Aria watched with frustration as he walked around the bed and produced a box of condoms from the bedside drawer.

“Ri,” he said, sitting down beside her, his voice gentler than it had been all night. “I want you to know I’m always safe. With everyone else, I mean.”

Oh. She nodded silently, tensing as she waited for the rest. The cajoling Soooo maybe I could just fuck you bare because look, I really mean it, which means you can trust me enough to throw these in the bin!

But he didn’t say that, or anything like that. He just ripped open a foil packet and put a condom on so fast, she almost missed it. And then, finally, he rolled on top of her, the heat of his body filling a need she hadn’t known was there.

He tried to rise up on his elbows, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him back down. “Like this.”

Nik slid one hand into her hair and grasped her thigh with the other, drawing up her leg, opening her to him. The thick head of his cock nudged her entrance, sending currents of electricity through her body. “Aria…”

The expression on his face was almost pained, caught between ecstasy and something else, something too bright to face head-on.

“What is it?” She ran her fingers over his face. Something soft and warm and possessive rolled through her when he nuzzled his cheek into her hand.

“I adore you,” he murmured. “Completely. I adore you.” His mouth caught hers in a searing kiss as he thrust into her, so fucking slowly. Inch by inch, his cock stretched her wide as his tongue caressed hers. For the first time in forever, she felt full in a way she couldn’t describe, a way that had nothing to do with the hard length easing into her.

If he hadn’t kissed her when he did, she might have said something dangerous back.

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